Gordon R. Dickson
actually wrote a tune for this song, but fans started singing it to "Roddy
McCorley" and it worked so well that Gordy actually said it was a better tune
than his for the song. Rest in peace Gordy.

They [G]little
knew of brotherhood, the [C]faith of
fighting [G]men,Who once to prove their [C]lie
was [G]good, hanged Colonel [C]Jacques
Chré-[D]tien.One-[G]fourth
of Rochmont’s [C]fighting [G]strength,
one batallion of Dor-[D]sai,Was [G]sent
by Rochmont forth alone -- to [C]bleed
Helmuth and [G]die.

But [G]look,
look down from Rochmont’s heights, up-[C]on
the Helmuth [G]plain,At all of Helmuth’s [C]armored
[G]force – by Dorsai [C]checked
or [D]slain.Look [G]down,
look down on [C]Rochmont’s [G]shame
-- to hide the wrong she’d [D]done,Made [G]claim
that Helmuth bribed Dorsai; no [C]battle
had been [G]won.

To [G]prove
that lie, the Rochmont Lords ar-[C]rested
Jacques Chré-[G]tien,On charge he dealt with [C]Helmuth’s
[G]chiefs for payment [C]to
his [D]men.Com-[G]mandant
Arp Van [C]Din sent [G]word,
“You may not judge Dor-[D]sai.Re-[G]turn
our Colonel by the dawn or [C]Rochmont
town shall [G]die!”

Strong-[G]held
behind her wall Rochmont, [C]scorned to
answer [G]them;Condemned and at the [C]daybreak
[G]hanged young Colonel [C]Jacques
Chré-[D]tien.Bright, [G]bright
the Sun that [C]morning [G]rose
upon each weaponed [D]wall.But [G]when
the Sun set in the West, those [C]walls
were leveled [G]all.

Then [G]soft
and white the Moon arose on [C]streets
and roofs un-[G]stained.But when that Moon was [C]down
once [G]more no street or [C]roof
re-[D]mained.No [G]more
is there a [C]Rochmont [G]town,
no more are Rochmont’s [D]men.But [G]stands
a Dorsai monument to [C]Colonel Jacques
Chré-[G]tien.

So [G]pass
the word from world to world: A-[C]lone
still stands Dor-[G]sai.And while she lives no [C]one
of [G]hers by foreign [C]wrong
shall [D]die.They [G]little
knew of [C]brother-[G]hood,
the faith of fighting [D]men,Who [G]once
to prove their lie was good, hanged [C]Colonel
Jacques Chré-[G]tien.